He was done at two, so he had the time to sneak home, grab some sleep and a shower, and make it back to ULtd Blue by five thirty. Pausing outside the front display window, Connor snuffed his smoke and cupped his hands around his eyes, and peered through the glass. His heart did something…funny when he recognized Pam. He could only see her from the neck up – she was standing behind a rack of jeans talking to a customer – but she had made her wildly wavy hair fall in long, loose waves all the way down her back. Just the thought of wrapping that thick length of hair around his fist made Connor's cock jump in his jeans. Grinning to himself, he moved to the door and stepped inside.
The bells overhead jangled and he looked up in time to catch Pam's eyes. They smiled at each other and then Pam went back to talking to her customer while Connor began to wander around the store and aimlessly flip through the racks. He kept an eye open for Tim, wary that the owner might be back to grope his backside some more. As he sorted through the racks, he made his way closer and closer to where Pam stood until finally she turned and looked at him.
"Can I help you?" she asked with a laugh.
"Aye. M'in the market for a long-legged brunette that's good with knots."
Pam rolled her eyes and glanced at her watch. "Well, sir, you're in luck. It's five fourty-five and I have it on good authority that a brunette that meets your requirements will be available momentarily." She grinned and leaned up against the counter behind her.
She looked different – again. She was like a chameleon, this one, always changing her look. To with the full waves of her hair, she'd worn snug, low slung jeans, a plain white t shirt that stopped about two inches above her navel and hugged her curves, and black motorcycle boots. Her chain wallet was slung over one hip and she wore a black studded belt as well. He wondered what she looked like in a dress and if he'd ever have occasion to see such a thing.
He moved aside as Pam's customer neared the front counter, and while she rang up a sale, Connor browsed the t-shirts near the change rooms. Soon enough, he heard the bells signal the exit of the customer.
"Door's locked," Pam called out a few seconds later. Then the music became louder, something bluesy and hard, and she moved to the front counter and opened the register. "Where are you taking me tonight?" She called as she began counting cash.
"Borgo's," Connor answered, naming the Slovakian deli a few blocks south. "They make an excellent goulash."
Pam paused her counting and stared at Connor. "For real? You're not taking me to a nice Irish place?"
Connor shook his head with a grin. "Nah. That's after dinner, lass. You don't go to an Irish pub to eat. Christ, ye should know Irish food is boring and bland. I mean, you can only do so much to a potato."
"I love anything you can do with a potato," she pointed out as she resumed her task.
"Is that so? Can I eat mashed potatoes offa yer tits, then?"
She froze and snapped her eyes to his. "Connor!" she cried out, pretending to be scandalized. "I'm not that kind of girl!"
Connor paused a moment, processing her words and trying to determine if she was joking.
"I'd much rather you ate them off of my ass," she added with a wink.
Connor chuckled and leaned forward on the counter so that his mouth hovered near her ear. "I'm sorry we only had a few hours last night. There are a lot of tings I'd like te do te that ass."
Pam blushed hot and hard and it took her three tries to get the cash register to close properly.
"Ye know, I'm tryin' te figure out if you blushin' is an act," Connor purred, sliding his hand through the thick waves of her hair and ending up at the back of her skull, "or if ye really are inhibited." He tightened his fingers in her hair, pulling just enough so that her lips parted in a small 'o' shape and her eyelashes fluttered. "Now, I think it's an act," he continued, "an' yer just lettin' me have my fun."
She swallowed thickly. He was right, really. She wasn't nearly as inhibited as she let on to be; the proof being in last night's pudding, but she liked the way he made her feel. Connor was naturally dominant, the type to take charge and obviously not take 'no' for an answer. He could challenge her, just as she did him, and the thought sent a thrill up her spine. She titled her head into Connor's grasp and groaned happily.
"If you're having fun, I'm having it, too," she breathed.
"Well, that's good," Connor smirked. He met her halfway in a short, but nonetheless hot, kiss.
Her tongue swiped his mouth as she pulled back. "Let me go drop this in the back." She held up a deposit back and shook it. "Be right back."
In the office, she tossed the deposit into the safe and shut down the computer. Then, she made a beeline for the stock room and rifled through the section labelled 'Jackets' until she came across the pair of wool coats she had mentioned to Connor earlier. Taking one off its hanger, she tucked it under her arm and made to go back to the store where Connor was waiting when an idea struck her. He didn't like handouts, but she was pretty sure she could convince him that this was the jacket for him. Grinning with her plan, she set the jacket down and unbuckled her belt.
He was staring into the glass case that held belt buckles when he heard Pam clear her throat. He whirled around, grinning, and then froze when he saw her. She wore a black wool coat over her frame, buttoned up to the neck, and a pair of black open-toed stilettos. Her hair was twisted up against the back of her head and her legs were bare. Connor swallowed thickly, the grin still firmly in place, and his blood racing south.
"So this is the coat I was telling you about," she announced casually. She spread her arms and cocked her hip. "Do you like it?"
His voice seemed to have dried in his throat and so he nodded, his eyes bright as he looked up her long legs to where they disappeared under the coat.
"I showed it to Murphy," Pam continued as she turned. When her back was to Connor, she glanced at him over her shoulder and raised an eyebrow. "He seemed interested."
The mention of his brother's name snapped him back to reality like he'd been slapped and he licked his lips. "I hope Murph didn't get the same show," he growled.
She smiled slowly, dropping her eyes as she pulled open the first button of the coat. "Nope."
"Feckin' right he didn't," Connor muttered. His speech left him as Pam turned in her heels and faced him again. He could see her collarbones now, and the curling tendril of her tattoo.
"Nice big pockets here," she purred, sliding her hands across her hips where there was, in fact, a deep pocket on either side. She reached and pulled the last three buttons open and drew the placket back quickly and pointed to the inside lining. "And one on the inside," she continued.
Connor's eyes bugged out of his head as he caught a glimpse of her white bra and panties before she folded the coat closed again. His cock jumped again and he closed his eyes briefly as his erection took over the last drops of blood in his system.
"Warm and cozy," she sighed, her hands slipping up the front, cupping her breasts, and then flipping the high collar up behind her head. She strutted for Connor, her hips swaying with each step. She stopped less than a foot from him, and Connor's arousal surged when he noticed that, in her high heels, she was at least two inches taller than him. He didn't know why that turned him on, and he didn't really care.
"I'll take it," he growled, pulling her into him by the coat. "Now take it off so I can feck ye proper."
